The heart is aching
Eyes red with longing
Head pounding with thoughts
Like a desperate mortar,
Words full of silence
Echoes of vanquished voice's
The house stands on its roof
Walls wander without a wile
Windows wounds the wind
The shallow in the cave has left
Without a forwarding address,
Where in this world are you and your healing songs?
The mountain grumbles
The breeze murmurs
The road twines round my feet
Like a reluctant python,
The lake lingers with its montory of water,
Every blade of grass cut like a whetted insult,
The stars eye's the moon
From a sparkle distance
Night themed with sleepless night
I reached out for your hands, but
Absent fingers unclasped my craving,
I primed my ears
To your sweet whispers
A storm stole my place away
Then I gave your name to the bounder less wind,
Bring back my heart to this vacant lot in its grieve,
...where in this world are you and your healing songs my dearest?
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